Come with me to the table
of peace and let us bring our
children to sit beside us
and their children behind them.
Come with me to the table
of peace and we will sit in the
midst of the bloody bodies
and the parts of bodies
and the crumbled walls and
the gaping ceilings.
Let us talk of what we wish for
as we hold the hands of our children.
We will not blow the dust away
from our table of peace.
Instead we will let all our children draw in it
with their fingers that are still intact
and they will draw what they wish for
and where they want us to go.
And we may follow them or we may
blow them up but they will be with us
in this hour of our greatest hope and chance
or our hour of total depravity.
Come, sit with me and my children and
you and your children
and let them draw
in the dust of our follies.
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